Accidental Homesteader
…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
Finally!
These damn chickens are starting to earn their keep. We were gone for ten days, and they started laying while we were gone. We have somewhere between three and seven layers. We have three older hens. One is laying. One bird is molting, so she won’t be laying anytime soon. Another is either laying somewhere funny or not at all. We have another dozen who should have started laying last month, but seem to be coming on line now. And then we have two more hens who are a few months behind.
They are generally referred to as the adults, the teenagers, and the chicklets (or the Pixies, as mom is named Black Frances)
This morning’s haul.
Minimum of three layers.
The layer of the dark egg.
Debbie Harry avoiding the roosters.
One of the roosters.
An unnamed Welsummer.
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